"An apple, honestly Finn?" Will looked up, amusement at the cliché shining in his eyes.
"They're really good apples," Finn defended himself, "I just thought you might want one. They're sweet and crunchy and they keep the doctor away, so you should probably take small bites because there won't be any around to save you if you choke..."
"I'm sure I could trust you..." Will tossed the apple between his hands playfully, "You know CPR, right?" Will delighted in watching the blush spread across Finn's cheeks until he was as red as the apple, "I'm sure if I did choke and you saved me, well-" He left a deliberate pause, watching Finn fidget and gulp audibly, "-I'd really owe you, wouldn't I?"
"Like-" Finn's voice was a thin cry, he calmed himself before continuing, "Like, you'd let me pass Spanish even if I did really bad?"
"Well-" Will drew the word out, leaning backwards in his chair as he did so, "I couldn't do that, but I'm sure I would find some way to express my gratitude." He punctuated his sentence with a bite into the rosy skin of the apple. Finn's aroused eyes were drawn to Will's lips and stayed steadfast, widening when the older man moaned, "That is good." Will caught Finn's gaze again before continuing, "It's so sweet."
"Yeah, they're really, uh..." Finn's distraction was clear and satisfying. Another bite, this time Will made sure the tip of his tongue ran over his lower lip, "Mr. Schue..." The younger man stepped around the desk, his steps small and trepid.
Will lowered the apple and his heart danced with victory, he phrased his reply with faux-innocence, "Yes, Finn?"
The kiss tasted of apples, for that reason alone it was one of the best Finn had ever experienced, but is was also amazing because Mr. Schue put his free hand to Finn's nape and pulled him closer and took control of the kiss. He calmed Finn's reckless lips, slowed the desperate pace and drew whimpers from Finn's throat as he taught his student a little French rather than the standard Spanish.
"Oh God," Finn pulled away with a little gasp, "We shouldn't, I shouldn't, I should..." Will shushed the panicking young man with whispers and gentle kisses, holding him close when he tried to pull away.
"Finn." Abandoning the playful, seductive inflection he had been using Will spoke the young man's name with truthful affection, holding the apple between them in an offer of reciprocity. Finn shyly took a bite from the apple, whether or not it was enchanted like in a fairy-tale, when he looked into the sincere depths of his teacher's green eyes he was placed under a spell.
"Mr. Schue, I..." Finn placed his hand over the older man's, where it was still holding the apple and pushed it aside so he could kiss the man again. The kiss was shallower, but just as sweet and soft.
